The interior of the workshop was...depressing, to say the least. The demographic was primarily composed of rather burly and, to be blunt, unattractive males, hammering away at hot metal while occasionally glancing at a certain figure with noticeable figure. 

This certain figure was a small girl carrying a comically oversized hammer, the God Hephaestus. 

"What is this shit?! You didn't heat it up enough, genius!" 

Coming to a stop next to where a specific guild member was working, Hephaestus snarled in a manner utterly uncharacteristic for one of her build, glaring at the slab of metal the human was working on before lifting her hammer from her shoulder...

-And mercilessly slamming it into the guild member's stomach. 

While it was obvious the God had not used her full strength, all guild members present cringed reflexively at the sight, while the struck man himself fell to his knees, eyes bulging from his head. 

"Fuck's sake, is it too much to ask for someone compe-" Still muttering, Hephaestus paused as she realized that Alexander and the man who had shown him to the back had just entered. 

This was followed with her hammer striking said guild member with her hammer, and some muttering about "unsupervised fuckin' ember stones". After doing this, though, she looked over to Alexander with a bland expression. 

"Well? What're you doing here? You smell like Ares, so you're not here to join, and you look too poor to get anything here. Unless you've got some materials for me, get out." She stated simply, before shooting a glare at the collective guild members behind her. "Speaking of which, you fucks had better not let that Metal Slime's core get destroyed! If some moron just destroys it, all of you are going to be my punching bags for the next week!"

It looked like Heph-chan was an angry person.